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Chapter 2: A Job

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Chapter 2- A Job

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The gate of my apartment building signaled that it was accessible and I made my way through. My fingers clamped around the metal, while my legs lurched into the apartment building. It's decor was outdated, but a roof over my head was all I needed. The chipping walls that leaked everlastingly was something I would have much rather not have, but what am I going to do? A woman has to live with a roof over her head, unless she wants to end up as a homeless person on the street.

I swung my arm around the banister and looked longingly at the "out of service elevator".  The japery grey button mocked me each time I came into this building. The handle door, instead of the sliding doors that technology now created, had no look of facility. The elevator itself was primeval enough for me to be aghast of even going in it, but as of right now I would much rather take the contingency; which would be much more prominent than walking up these cemented steps covered in sweat suitable for me to swim in. I trudged myself up the stairs, leaving the elevator out of my line of sight, and grunted.

     "Why doesn't this damn apartment building fix the elevator already? It's been two years!" I threw my hands up in frustration as I rested my sweaty palms on my knees. I made it to the first landing and I felt as if I had just run a mile. I beheld down the stairs only to see that I had only walked up five steps. I need to hit a gym, but money's tight, so long that idea.

A door on the first floor cracked open and there I saw a man with crystal blue eyes looking all around for something, until his eyes landed on me. His gaze held no depth, unlike Chief William Buckam's gallant green eyes, but his eyes held some sort of  memorization.

     "What are you doing here"- He stops to cast his gaze at his left wrist, only to see that he isn't wearing a watch- "at whatever time it is?" He grumbled as he grew embittered that he didn't have a wrist watch to tell me the explicit time.

     "By any chance do you have a watch on you?" The man rasped the back of his black haired head, letting specs of dandruff go onto the already sordid floor. 

     "You do realize that in this era wrist watches are ancient. Do you even own a smart phone?" I claimed as I jostled my black purse up my arm to keep it from spilling its contents. I mean seriously was this man born in the early nineteen hundreds? He better get with the times, before the times get with him.

     "For your information they are not ancient; well that depends do you consider the age thirty-three ancient?" He flashed a crooked toothless smile. Whatever happened to his adult teeth? All that filled his mouth was yellow swollen gums and a few teeth sundered around. Each time he spoke a displeasing smell filled the air around me. He breathed out slightly, which had me in misfits in trying to gather some clean oxygen. 

     "You are one weird woman, so I take by your silence that you don't think that I am old." More of his breath coated around me and this time I had myself gasping for clean air. I coughed roughly before moving my delicate fingers over my nose and mouth to control the horrid oxygen that clouded around my personal space. I huffed in what clean air I could, before beginning to respond to him. 

     "If we were back in the early nineteen hundreds you would be signed unswervingly to your death bed. No wonder you don't have a wife to share a life with. While you claim to be thirty- three, your teeth plea to be a little over sixty." I coughed hoarsely as his heavy breathing amplified. His expression narrowed, before he walked erect towards me, and moved his head down to mine.